The Creatures Climbing on You Aren’t Cute

The creatures climbing on you aren’t cute.

Whatever their unknown pursuit,

you merely seem to be a thing

to which they’ve chosen, now, to cling –

and nothing more.

You are the scaffolding and door

and floor and ceiling of their enterprise –

as mutely useful as expedient supplies.

Their undivulged agenda, untold goal

do not require you to have a soul.

All you have to be is there.

Otherwise they do not care.

Strange, this causes happiness!

Some balance has achieved redress.

Sanguine feelings are released. Chief

among them is relief.










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